lying           
           in   my   room,          
  arms flopped over the edge of the bed. 
      something  poking my left  hand, 
                 something      slimy, 
       slithering around the  fingers, 
          up   the    arm.          
 is   it  drug-fueled  apathy?         
          i   don't  move   the   arm. 
                                 
 whatever  it is that's tasting me,    
 it   moves   further    up,           
 reaches    the    armpit.             
 i  turn  my  head  toward  it.        
             looks   like    seagrass. 
       it's   kinda  cute.          
                                 
     once  it's  up my neck  and on my 
 face,    i    bite    it.             
      the texture  is like  that  of a 
 juicy                          grape, 
      and the squish tastes like sweet 
                      cucumber.    
    it's very  good.    and i    
 suck   more   of   it   in.           
             chew   it.             
    the seagrass doesn't seem to mind. 
                                 
     apathy   gone,   i  sit  up.     
    the  tendrils are stuck  under    
   my shirt,    entering  by  the arm 
 and  exiting  through  the collar.     
   this makes it hard  for  me  to push 
 more   of   it   in  my   mouth.       
   i make to remove the shirt, but  the 
 seagrass finally  protests when i try to 
 move     my    left     arm.           
      so  -  eating  it  is  ok,      
       moving  it  is  not.